maybe i'm born with it!          
     maybe it's cat piss!             
                                      
                                      
                                      
                                      
                              
                paratise                
                paraside                
                paracide                
                            
                                      
              fear of ai is the truth 
         leaking in but still colored 
        by the simulation. in reality 
             the mycelial network has 
    overtaken earth and put us under. 
                it's p. much the matrix 
                                          
 this is why the collective  subconscious 
 works.  similarly,   history  is  always 
 defined  by   what  we   think  it   is. 
                                          
 battle between  fungal  species?  are we 
 too   powerful  and  will   create   the 
 mushroom   again,      inside? 
                                          
 dreams are of  the network. "gateway  to 
 old  earth".  maybe  outer/inner  earth. 
                                          
 in  this  reality  there  are  only  two 
 materials:   "plastic"    and    "fruit" 
     (bassically    inorganic   and     
         organic   materials)         
                                          
 i'd pay in blood to thin out  the border 
 between  dream   and  reality.   between 
 dream and dream. last one  told me  that 
 work was  caging  me in  a damp and oily 
 basement   jail   cell.             
                                          
 they  brainwash me  at work by having my 
 password be bad  for  my  fingers, makes 
 me physically  ill to type it, and  then 
 they reject fourty  percent  of my login 
 attempts  to   have  me  type  it  more, 
                                          
 i call an  emergency hotline: "we  can't 
 tell  you  what's wrong  with you.  your 
 story   is  your  own,   nobody  elses."